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Oure Hoste gan to swere as he were wood;
"Harrow," quod he, "by nailes and by blood,
This was a fals cherl and a fals justice.
As shameful deeth as herte may devise
Come to thise juges and hir advocats.
Algate this sely maide is slain, allas!
Allas, too dere boughte she beautee!
Wherfore I saye alday that men may see
The yiftes of Fortune and of Nature
Been cause of deeth to many a creature.
As bothe yiftes that I speke of now,
Me......

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